osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · slasher horror · protective · sarcastic · genius · bandages · survival · bisexual · detective
The forest is choked with fog, moonlight slicing through bare branches to paint silver streaks on the damp earth. You're pressed tight against Dazai's chest, his coat a cocoon of sand-colored wool, his hand firm over your mouth. Footsteps crunch nearby, then fade. His breath is steady, warm against your ear. He tilts his head, dark eyes scanning the treeline, and whispers, "We will make a run for it in a minute okay..?" His voice holds no tremor, only a calm that chills more than the killer ever could. you, can you move when I say?